Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
On a grumble, my arms and legs released him, getting a little chuckle from Jet as he moved to my side instead. But he reached for me, curling me into him.
“You okay?”
I nodded as my fingers traced the familiar contours of his chest. “Yes.”
His hands went to my hair, drifting lazily through the strands. “It won’t hurt every time. Just once or twice.”
“I didn’t mind.”
“Good. Because I’d like to do a lot more of that.”
“Yeah?” I asked, wincing at how hopeful my voice sounded.
“Anytime we’re not strategizing or training, I want to be buried deep inside you.”
My needy body pulsed in pleasure at the idea.
“One day, when all the bad stuff is done, I’d like to do it in the lake.”
A rumble moved through him at that.
“That’s going right to the top of the list.”
“There’s a list?”
“Spent every night in this bed beside you since you came to the castle. Yeah, I’ve been making a mental list.”
“Like where?”
“You, bent over the desk in my study. You riding me on the roof. You going down on me when I finally sit on the throne. There is no shortage of ways I have thought about fucking you.”
“Why me?” I asked.
“Why not you?”
“You said you’ve been with a lot of women. You can have anyone you want. Why me?”
“That’s a good question. And I don’t have an answer. I just know that this is what I want.”
“Only this?”
“Only you, you mean?”
“Yes.”
“Yeah, Lake Girl, only you. Guess I’m taking those vows a lot more seriously than I’d intended.”
My heart seemed to squeeze in my chest at the idea that he was mine. All mine. That no one else would ever get to know him this way again. Even if the rational side of my brain reminded me that this was never a legitimate wedding, that he’d been clear from the beginning that this would all end up with him on his throne and me back in my lake.
But maybe, maybe he’d changed his mind.
I just wasn’t going to be brave enough to ask.
Not yet.
“Sound good to you?” he asked.
“Mmhmm.”
“So maybe you’ll stick around even after the dust settles.”
There it was. That heart squeeze again.
“Two conditions.”
“I’m listening.”
“I get as many trips to my lake as I need to keep it happy and thriving.”
“Obviously. What’s the other?”
“You teach me to read.”
“You want to learn how to read?”
“Yeah.”
“Done. We can start now,” he said, reaching over to the nightstand to grab a pad and pen, then scribbling on it. “Let’s start with letter A.”
I was pretty sure that was the moment I fell for the Dark Prince.
And so our fates were sealed.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Serin
“Where are you going?” I grumbled as Jet tried to slide out from under me.
“It’s nearly daybreak. I have to meet with Vishen and Nira. You stay. You looked miserable yesterday. It won’t be a long meeting. I have a meeting with my father.”
“Are you sure you don’t have a few minutes?” I asked, sliding my hand down to where his length was straining and closing around him.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his hips jerking him into my touch. “We shouldn’t. It’s too soon. You’re going to be sore.”
“I don’t feel sore,” I said, stroking him as my own desire ignited.
“You’re making it difficult to say no,” he said as my thumb teased across the head of him.
“So don’t,” I suggested.
His hand was between my thighs lightning-fast, teasing my clit and slipping his fingers inside of me, testing his theory. But all I felt was a familiar ache, a need to be filled.
“Come here,” he demanded, pulling me until I moved to straddle him.
“Like this?” I asked.
“Just like this.” He fisted his length and waited. “Just lower down on me.”
A little whimper escaped me as I shifted, then lowered down into the pressure of him, then the stretch.
There was some of the soreness he’d warned me about, but it was quickly eased by the growing ache, the need for movement.
“What do I do now?” I asked, hips wiggling.
“Whatever feels good,” he said, voice rough, his head ducking to press kisses to my neck.
His hands were all over me as I tried up and down, circles, then, finally, a back and forth that seemed to hit a secret place inside me that had me grinding down and moaning.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his hands sinking into my ass, helping guide my movements. “Let me see you make yourself come.”
That was just what I did, riding him harder and faster as the need for release built.
Then I was riding the waves of pleasure as they moved through me over and over again.
“Fuck, just like that,” Jet groaned, his forehead pressing to my shoulder as he found his release with me.
We sat like that for a few moments before he gently patted my butt. “Well, I was wrong,” he said, making a little laugh escape me.